As the sailors prove to be uncooperative, Carrhae starts to feel her heart rate speed up and her body temperature go up. "Fine, don't be helpful. I guess it's too much to expect a bunch of stinky sailors to be heroes for once. Come on Veracity, let's go." She tries to pretend to be pouty, but she's far too angry to pull it off as she stomps away with Strife. All that effort into prettying ourselves up for nothing. Carrhae walks over to an area outside of the sailors' view where she left her armor and begins putting it on while she rants to Strife. "I try to get answers at Red Larch, but the drunkies there were too busy trying to get in my pants to actually give me anything useful. Then I go to Beliard and get shot down by the stablemaster faster than you can say 'Thanks for nothing'. And now we come here and fail again. ****!" As Carrhae rants, it's clear that she's having a difficult time putting her armor on as she gets more and more frustrated and she eventually just throws it to the ground in anger. "Are you going to help me get this on or just stand there? No, no, I'm sorry. I could use your help putting my armor on but I didn't mean to get harsh with you. It's just that *Carrhae holds her head down and starts blinkingback tears while Strife helps her* this is my first mission with the Order and I've been completely useless during the investigation. And with every massacre we come across on the road, it feels more and more like we're too late to recover the missing delegates. And I'm lashing out at you when you've done nothing to deserve it. I feel like such a failure." Carrhae chuckles a bit while sniffling. " I didn't want to lose composure in front of you like this, but after you bared your soul to me in Beliard, it's only fair that I do so as well." Eventually Carrhae regains her composure as Strife finishes helping her with her armor. "Now, there was something you wanted to say to me?"
Strife was very upset with Carrhae as they departed from the sailors, and an unvocalized torrent of profanity crashed through her thoughts in a furious mental storm. Who in their right mind asks a bard to help them, but then presumes to do the talking?! That's like asking a priest to officiate a wedding and then when she arrives, sitting her in a corner to watch the ceremony. Am I just a decorative sidekick? I would never presume to try to do paladin stuff when she's right here to handle it. And why oh why did she mention the Harpers? Doesn't she know how these curs think? You have to get inside their primitive heads and focus on what's important to them personally, as they care very little about anyone else. I know Carrhae could be a good bard, but I have underestimated how much she has to learn, beginning with her supposition that her decency and moral code lend weight to her words. Not with these thugs.
Before Strife had formulated a way to express her displeasure in a polite way, suddenly Carrhae's own intense frustrations were pouring out. Wow, she is very angry too! I haven't seen this side of her before. It was obvious to Strife that her friend had indeed shared her own sense of failure and incompetence, but from the outset, not just since Beliard. Unexpectedly, her sympathy for Carrhae swept away all the resentment she had felt just moments before, and instead, Strife wanted cheer her up.
Strife blushed when she was scolded for not helping with the armor, but then immediately began offering her feeble and tentative assistance. I wasn't helping because I don't know how these stupid things hitch on and I wouldn't dare touch you without first asking and I feel weird doing this like some kind of unskilled pervy page. I'm not looking. Nope. La la la, whatever, this doesn't mean anything, and plus I'm all about hating on you Sunites, so much intense dislike for you, hate hate hatey cake, and your dumb armor fits your repulsive curves too well, and it looks all dumb and stupid and thank Sune I don't even care at all. Not even looking in that whole area, nor in that general region either. So there, Strife privately mused.
"You can vent your feelings to me, or even at me. I am more than strong enough to withstand some misdirected anger, and there's no need to apologize. Love and passion are the fuel, Carrhae. If you didn't love this work and the cause you're fighting for, you wouldn't be this emotional, this passionate. And it gives you the motivation to carry on, to keep trying, to struggle for the best outcome we can achieve, even as we all worry our effort is too little, too late. I'm very pleased you are angry, and offer Sune my gratitude to have you setting an excellent example of what commitment looks like, and what it costs.
"Though I do know precisely how you feel, and I shared my own discouragement with you back in Beliard, I think you are a bit too hard on yourself. Things have not gone as you would wish, but of the two of us, I'm the one who ought to be especially adept at coaxing information from strangers. You are a warrior, trained in the art and science of battle, and though you have shown a talent for diplomacy, you are not a student of guile, deception, and manipulation. Your natural instinct is to treat others with respect and honor rather than to prey upon their vulnerability. All of this is my own speciality, yet my best efforts avail me nothing. To put yourself in my shoes, imagine how you would feel if on the battlefield you found yourself unable to exert your will.
"But because of the kind words from you, Trini, and Mercy, I have not lost faith in myself, and certainly not in you. I never had any delusion I would be able to get anywhere on this mission relying solely upon myself. But when I fail, I know I can count on you and the others to make up for that. And those sailors are very fortunate they didn't draw their weapons, as I feel certain you would have demonstrated why battling a paladin of Sune is a foolish undertaking, especially one that burns white hot with the need to prove herself."
Strife paused to gently brush away the tears clinging to Carrhae's cheeks. "Now then, let's go rejoin the others and continue this struggle the way we began it: together. Oh, yes, the thing I wanted to talk to you about. Right now, I think that must wait for a more favorable moment to discuss. My brave, beautiful, and valiant champion has greater concerns." Strife pressed a kiss to her joined index and middle fingers, and then lightly touched these to Carrhae's lips.
Trini isn't sure about all this earth cult business, because she could swear that the symbol is from a performing troupe, but even the woman at Summit Hall seemed to agree that it belonged to the earth cult. Perhaps the cult also has a circus troupe? She was sure she'd seen them perform on her way to Waterdeep.
Tucking that away for now, she'll nudge Barry with her elbow rolling her eyes after Mercy. "Well, I'm not sure where our keeper disappeared to, but want to go take a look at the mill or talk to some of the locals?"
Heading that way she'll ask, "So, have you been with the Harpers for long? This is my first assignment."And she's pretty sure there's not much good news she's going to be able to bring back.
"All will become equal now" | "Cause we're going to shout it loud, even if our words seem meaningless. It's like we're carrying the weight of the world"
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Mercy waited until both Carrhae and Strife were out of sight and earshot before she moved, drifting through the shadows until she was damn near beside the well-dressed thug. Striding from the shadows with purpose, she struck up a conversation with him, seemingly asking how the river was treating his crew. Using Thieves' Cant, she relayed the following:
"I've been following those Harper idiots for days now. Collector in the Undermountain hired me to...retrieve the goods they're tracking. Good money. I may be able to cut you in...provided you have what the Harpers seem to think you have. And that the goods are authentic."
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With the sudden disappearance of Mercy and Daewen, Zephyr had nodded at Trini’s offer. Wherever they went, he was sure they would be fine and gather lots of information for them to discuss over later in the day. Hopefully he and Trini could bring their own piece to the table as well... But he wasn’t too sure if Trini was paying attention.
He would stop every now and again to talk to some of the locals(Insight(?):21), finishing up their conversations by asking for directions to the mill, then he would return to the tiefling. The question had Zephyr stay silent. Barry had already made friends back in Waterdeep, explaining the man who helped him along home, so he was probably there for...
“A month.” He decided finally. “This isn’t my first time in the rodeo, but I’m not too known for my detective work.” He chuckles lightly. “I suppose they wanted me to better myself in that regard!”
As the mill was still a little ways away, he would inquire her as well: “Why did you decide to join the harpers?”
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Mercy: talks to the shady looking men - the Genasi and the halfling. The deception works, revealing a bit of information that may or may not be useful. "Thosegoods are not for sale, and we serve a higher purpose. We ferried unsavory passengers across the river a couple of tendays ago, and how they paid was no worry of mine. We're not interested in you, or your offer." And with that, they begin to pack up and leave.
Make another insight check for me.
Zephyr and Trini: You guys have no problems finding people to talk to, and are given directions to the mill. Even with directions, Trini got lost and you had to spend your time trying to find her, so you did not have time to talk to people and get any information. You had to head back for fear of the rest of your party starting to wonder where you two wandered off to, even with good intentions.
Despite getting side tracked and feeling bad about not being able to get anything useful from their mini adventure (made major with Trini getting lost somehow), Zephyr had given a worried glance over to Carrhae and Strife, seeing the paladin stomp her way back towards her armor. “I guess they got nothing either...” He comments, thinning his lips as his eyes glided back over to where Mercy was now.
He approached them as Mercy spoke in a language unknown to him, but their response came back in common and vicious in tone. His eyebrows furrowed and his arms crossed over his chest.
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Daewen is teleported back to this plane, suddenly reappearing behind some crates stacked near the end of the dock. (Stealth: 9)
Upon reentering this world again, she’s blinded by the bright sunlight (quite the opposite of the shadowy and glum Shadowfell), and takes a minute of squinting until she realizes where she is. The Raven Queen has returned her to a position mere feet away from Mercy, who is currently in an animated discussion with the dock workers in a weird language unfamiliar to her. But from the boorish looks on their faces, whatever it is they’re talking about isn’t going well.
Using Mercy’s distraction as cover, Daewen will attempt to look into the moored boats to check out what sort of “cargo” they’re carrying. (Investigation: 19)
OOC: Yep, they’re horse drawn carriages sitting in the water!
Upon seeing the weird dock workers grow frustrated with Mercy, and turn around and leave, Daewen decided to follow them....because who the hell transports circus equipment to ratville?
Shrugging, feigning satisfaction at not having to split the coin from a lucrative job, Mercy slips back into the shadows.
Stealth: 25
The moment she's out of sight, she follows the workers back to the dockhouse, slipping inside and darting to the heart of the shadows to keep from being seen when the next thug comes in.
Daewen and Mercy slip unnoticed into the dockhouse. What do they see?
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A trunk in the dockhouse contains five tomes written in Dwarvish. A large chart on a table marks the location of “Rivergard Keep” with a hand-drawn symbol you dont recognize.
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Sleight of Hand: 6
(OOC: Please, dear lord...Okay! Good enough!)
Mercy takes off her backpack and gingerly slips the five books inside, grabbing the chart for good measure. The pack is rather heavy when she puts it back on, but it isn't so much that she can't handle. She waits for her opportunity and slips back out of the dockhouse unseen, returning to the group. She flashes them one of her rare smiles. "Strife, Carrhae, Zephyr, Trini...good to see you're unharmed" She glances over her shoulder. "Was Daewen following me again?"
"Oh my!" Strife said, her eyes growing wide as Mercy shows the team the fruits of her furtive harvest. "This is fantastic, Mercy! Excellent work. To think so many of us walked right by these lying discarded in the street. People are so careless! But your alert vision has finally allowed us to recover at least part of what we are searching for." She winked at Mercy.
"Now then - who among us can read Dwarven?" After a moment of empty glances all around, Strife continued. "Very well, magick then. For this ritual, I find I work best with a glass of wine. I rather not have the townsfolk see us with these, so I will read them here in the carriage with the blinds drawn. Oh, and some pan flute music would help me concentrate, too," she added, batting her eyes at Trini.
Strife climbed into the carriage, took out her reading spectacles, cast Comprehend Languages, and settled in for some extended study. After a minute and without looking up, she announced, "I feel my arcane power flagging, my retention waning. Surely my compatriots will furnish spirits to sustain me."
Carrhae isn't too terribly surprised to find a winery in a town like this. Sketchy sailors like the ones living here probably spend all of their free time getting drunk. She walks into the winery, purchases a bottle of something that she hopes will go down easy, moves to the carriage, and sets it down beside her Tiefling cohort. "Something for you to sip on while you read, as requested. But since it's from here, I can't promise you that it will be any good. However, if it does prove to be palatable, I ask that you leave some for me." And with that, she smiles and leaves Strife to her reading.
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As the sailors prove to be uncooperative, Carrhae starts to feel her heart rate speed up and her body temperature go up. "Fine, don't be helpful. I guess it's too much to expect a bunch of stinky sailors to be heroes for once. Come on Veracity, let's go." She tries to pretend to be pouty, but she's far too angry to pull it off as she stomps away with Strife. All that effort into prettying ourselves up for nothing. Carrhae walks over to an area outside of the sailors' view where she left her armor and begins putting it on while she rants to Strife. "I try to get answers at Red Larch, but the drunkies there were too busy trying to get in my pants to actually give me anything useful. Then I go to Beliard and get shot down by the stablemaster faster than you can say 'Thanks for nothing'. And now we come here and fail again. ****!" As Carrhae rants, it's clear that she's having a difficult time putting her armor on as she gets more and more frustrated and she eventually just throws it to the ground in anger. "Are you going to help me get this on or just stand there? No, no, I'm sorry. I could use your help putting my armor on but I didn't mean to get harsh with you. It's just that *Carrhae holds her head down and starts blinking back tears while Strife helps her* this is my first mission with the Order and I've been completely useless during the investigation. And with every massacre we come across on the road, it feels more and more like we're too late to recover the missing delegates. And I'm lashing out at you when you've done nothing to deserve it. I feel like such a failure." Carrhae chuckles a bit while sniffling. " I didn't want to lose composure in front of you like this, but after you bared your soul to me in Beliard, it's only fair that I do so as well." Eventually Carrhae regains her composure as Strife finishes helping her with her armor. "Now, there was something you wanted to say to me?"
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Awww, poor Carrhae...! :(
Strife was very upset with Carrhae as they departed from the sailors, and an unvocalized torrent of profanity crashed through her thoughts in a furious mental storm. Who in their right mind asks a bard to help them, but then presumes to do the talking?! That's like asking a priest to officiate a wedding and then when she arrives, sitting her in a corner to watch the ceremony. Am I just a decorative sidekick? I would never presume to try to do paladin stuff when she's right here to handle it. And why oh why did she mention the Harpers? Doesn't she know how these curs think? You have to get inside their primitive heads and focus on what's important to them personally, as they care very little about anyone else. I know Carrhae could be a good bard, but I have underestimated how much she has to learn, beginning with her supposition that her decency and moral code lend weight to her words. Not with these thugs.
Before Strife had formulated a way to express her displeasure in a polite way, suddenly Carrhae's own intense frustrations were pouring out. Wow, she is very angry too! I haven't seen this side of her before. It was obvious to Strife that her friend had indeed shared her own sense of failure and incompetence, but from the outset, not just since Beliard. Unexpectedly, her sympathy for Carrhae swept away all the resentment she had felt just moments before, and instead, Strife wanted cheer her up.
Strife blushed when she was scolded for not helping with the armor, but then immediately began offering her feeble and tentative assistance. I wasn't helping because I don't know how these stupid things hitch on and I wouldn't dare touch you without first asking and I feel weird doing this like some kind of unskilled pervy page. I'm not looking. Nope. La la la, whatever, this doesn't mean anything, and plus I'm all about hating on you Sunites, so much intense dislike for you, hate hate hatey cake, and your dumb armor fits your repulsive curves too well, and it looks all dumb and stupid and thank Sune I don't even care at all. Not even looking in that whole area, nor in that general region either. So there, Strife privately mused.
"You can vent your feelings to me, or even at me. I am more than strong enough to withstand some misdirected anger, and there's no need to apologize. Love and passion are the fuel, Carrhae. If you didn't love this work and the cause you're fighting for, you wouldn't be this emotional, this passionate. And it gives you the motivation to carry on, to keep trying, to struggle for the best outcome we can achieve, even as we all worry our effort is too little, too late. I'm very pleased you are angry, and offer Sune my gratitude to have you setting an excellent example of what commitment looks like, and what it costs.
"Though I do know precisely how you feel, and I shared my own discouragement with you back in Beliard, I think you are a bit too hard on yourself. Things have not gone as you would wish, but of the two of us, I'm the one who ought to be especially adept at coaxing information from strangers. You are a warrior, trained in the art and science of battle, and though you have shown a talent for diplomacy, you are not a student of guile, deception, and manipulation. Your natural instinct is to treat others with respect and honor rather than to prey upon their vulnerability. All of this is my own speciality, yet my best efforts avail me nothing. To put yourself in my shoes, imagine how you would feel if on the battlefield you found yourself unable to exert your will.
"But because of the kind words from you, Trini, and Mercy, I have not lost faith in myself, and certainly not in you. I never had any delusion I would be able to get anywhere on this mission relying solely upon myself. But when I fail, I know I can count on you and the others to make up for that. And those sailors are very fortunate they didn't draw their weapons, as I feel certain you would have demonstrated why battling a paladin of Sune is a foolish undertaking, especially one that burns white hot with the need to prove herself."
Strife paused to gently brush away the tears clinging to Carrhae's cheeks. "Now then, let's go rejoin the others and continue this struggle the way we began it: together. Oh, yes, the thing I wanted to talk to you about. Right now, I think that must wait for a more favorable moment to discuss. My brave, beautiful, and valiant champion has greater concerns." Strife pressed a kiss to her joined index and middle fingers, and then lightly touched these to Carrhae's lips.
Trini isn't sure about all this earth cult business, because she could swear that the symbol is from a performing troupe, but even the woman at Summit Hall seemed to agree that it belonged to the earth cult. Perhaps the cult also has a circus troupe? She was sure she'd seen them perform on her way to Waterdeep.
Tucking that away for now, she'll nudge Barry with her elbow rolling her eyes after Mercy. "Well, I'm not sure where our keeper disappeared to, but want to go take a look at the mill or talk to some of the locals?"
Heading that way she'll ask, "So, have you been with the Harpers for long? This is my first assignment." And she's pretty sure there's not much good news she's going to be able to bring back.
Investigation: 16
Insight: 4
"All will become equal now" | "Cause we're going to shout it loud, even if our words seem meaningless. It's like we're carrying the weight of the world"
Mercy waited until both Carrhae and Strife were out of sight and earshot before she moved, drifting through the shadows until she was damn near beside the well-dressed thug. Striding from the shadows with purpose, she struck up a conversation with him, seemingly asking how the river was treating his crew. Using Thieves' Cant, she relayed the following:
"I've been following those Harper idiots for days now. Collector in the Undermountain hired me to...retrieve the goods they're tracking. Good money. I may be able to cut you in...provided you have what the Harpers seem to think you have. And that the goods are authentic."
Deception: 18
With the sudden disappearance of Mercy and Daewen, Zephyr had nodded at Trini’s offer. Wherever they went, he was sure they would be fine and gather lots of information for them to discuss over later in the day. Hopefully he and Trini could bring their own piece to the table as well... But he wasn’t too sure if Trini was paying attention.
He would stop every now and again to talk to some of the locals(Insight(?):21), finishing up their conversations by asking for directions to the mill, then he would return to the tiefling. The question had Zephyr stay silent. Barry had already made friends back in Waterdeep, explaining the man who helped him along home, so he was probably there for...
“A month.” He decided finally. “This isn’t my first time in the rodeo, but I’m not too known for my detective work.” He chuckles lightly. “I suppose they wanted me to better myself in that regard!”
As the mill was still a little ways away, he would inquire her as well: “Why did you decide to join the harpers?”
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
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Mercy: talks to the shady looking men - the Genasi and the halfling. The deception works, revealing a bit of information that may or may not be useful. "Those goods are not for sale, and we serve a higher purpose. We ferried unsavory passengers across the river a couple of tendays ago, and how they paid was no worry of mine. We're not interested in you, or your offer." And with that, they begin to pack up and leave.
Make another insight check for me.
Zephyr and Trini: You guys have no problems finding people to talk to, and are given directions to the mill. Even with directions, Trini got lost and you had to spend your time trying to find her, so you did not have time to talk to people and get any information. You had to head back for fear of the rest of your party starting to wonder where you two wandered off to, even with good intentions.
Insight: 5
Despite getting side tracked and feeling bad about not being able to get anything useful from their mini adventure (made major with Trini getting lost somehow), Zephyr had given a worried glance over to Carrhae and Strife, seeing the paladin stomp her way back towards her armor. “I guess they got nothing either...” He comments, thinning his lips as his eyes glided back over to where Mercy was now.
He approached them as Mercy spoke in a language unknown to him, but their response came back in common and vicious in tone. His eyebrows furrowed and his arms crossed over his chest.
Insight: 5
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((**** it nevermind then!))
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Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
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Daewen is teleported back to this plane, suddenly reappearing behind some crates stacked near the end of the dock. (Stealth: 9)
Upon reentering this world again, she’s blinded by the bright sunlight (quite the opposite of the shadowy and glum Shadowfell), and takes a minute of squinting until she realizes where she is. The Raven Queen has returned her to a position mere feet away from Mercy, who is currently in an animated discussion with the dock workers in a weird language unfamiliar to her. But from the boorish looks on their faces, whatever it is they’re talking about isn’t going well.
Using Mercy’s distraction as cover, Daewen will attempt to look into the moored boats to check out what sort of “cargo” they’re carrying. (Investigation: 19)
OOC: Yep, they’re horse drawn carriages sitting in the water!
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Zephyr: Yes. These guys definately look like travelling circus performers. Maybe Trini was right...?
Daewin: Oh look! Boats!
Upon seeing the weird dock workers grow frustrated with Mercy, and turn around and leave, Daewen decided to follow them....because who the hell transports circus equipment to ratville?
Stealth check to follow: 23
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
The workers seem to be transporting goods from the “water carriages” to a dockhouse.
(OOC: What the heck, Mercy might as well...)
Shrugging, feigning satisfaction at not having to split the coin from a lucrative job, Mercy slips back into the shadows.
Stealth: 25
The moment she's out of sight, she follows the workers back to the dockhouse, slipping inside and darting to the heart of the shadows to keep from being seen when the next thug comes in.
Perception: 23
Daewen and Mercy slip unnoticed into the dockhouse. What do they see?
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A trunk in the dockhouse contains five tomes written in Dwarvish. A large chart on a table marks the location of “Rivergard Keep” with a hand-drawn symbol you dont recognize.
Sleight of Hand: 6
(OOC: Please, dear lord...Okay! Good enough!)
Mercy takes off her backpack and gingerly slips the five books inside, grabbing the chart for good measure. The pack is rather heavy when she puts it back on, but it isn't so much that she can't handle. She waits for her opportunity and slips back out of the dockhouse unseen, returning to the group. She flashes them one of her rare smiles. "Strife, Carrhae, Zephyr, Trini...good to see you're unharmed" She glances over her shoulder. "Was Daewen following me again?"
"Oh my!" Strife said, her eyes growing wide as Mercy shows the team the fruits of her furtive harvest. "This is fantastic, Mercy! Excellent work. To think so many of us walked right by these lying discarded in the street. People are so careless! But your alert vision has finally allowed us to recover at least part of what we are searching for." She winked at Mercy.
"Now then - who among us can read Dwarven?" After a moment of empty glances all around, Strife continued. "Very well, magick then. For this ritual, I find I work best with a glass of wine. I rather not have the townsfolk see us with these, so I will read them here in the carriage with the blinds drawn. Oh, and some pan flute music would help me concentrate, too," she added, batting her eyes at Trini.
Strife climbed into the carriage, took out her reading spectacles, cast Comprehend Languages, and settled in for some extended study. After a minute and without looking up, she announced, "I feel my arcane power flagging, my retention waning. Surely my compatriots will furnish spirits to sustain me."
Is Carrhae's passive perception of eleven enough to spot a winery or other establishment that sells alcohol?
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Sure
Carrhae isn't too terribly surprised to find a winery in a town like this. Sketchy sailors like the ones living here probably spend all of their free time getting drunk. She walks into the winery, purchases a bottle of something that she hopes will go down easy, moves to the carriage, and sets it down beside her Tiefling cohort. "Something for you to sip on while you read, as requested. But since it's from here, I can't promise you that it will be any good. However, if it does prove to be palatable, I ask that you leave some for me." And with that, she smiles and leaves Strife to her reading.
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